the very sadness. the very sadness of the intruder who brings his own plate to drop. the very ecstasy of telling a classmate he or she is ugly along with one finger he or she must choose. the cutting of the fingers to equal size. the unintended ecstasy of the sadness I use to *** a cobweb where I wait for something I’ll do nothing with.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
the very sadness. the very sadness of the intruder who brings his own plate to drop. the very ecstasy of telling a classmate he or she is ugly along with one finger he or she must choose. the cutting of the fingers to equal size. the unintended ecstasy of the sadness I use to *** a cobweb where I wait for something I’ll do nothing with.
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